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POEM STARTER
Write a rhyming poem about the beauty of an urban setting.
What things might you find beautiful in a non-rural environment?
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When the sun rises,
People start their day,
Going every direction,
For the dreams they uphold.
Ordinary routine is boring,
Find a way out to put some color.
Survive in the tough environments,
After all there is full of sweet.
Fight for what you believe,
Continue and continue,
It’s a beauty that we make it happen....
In the early morn, as I arise,
Nature's symphony fills the skies.
Birds sing their songs, a sweet refrain,
Welcoming the day, free from strain.
But as the city wakes from slumber,
The sounds of laughter start to lumber.
Children's giggles, carried on the breeze,
Echoing through the urban trees.
They run and play in fields so wide,
Their innocence, a joyful tide.
Their clothes now stained with di...
Buildings hide the sun’s golden rod -
Grey giants reaching for the skies.
Blocks of colour break up their façade -
Neon signs blinding my eyes.
Scampering fast, whiskers twitch –
rats, each city-dweller’s pet.
“Get out of the way, bitch.”
Good deeds a growing debt.
Garbage, urine, lingering BO,
City’s perfume wafting to and fro.
Shouting people, clacking trains,
Urban’s best endless refrain...
Too loud in this town,
that holds a gold crown it's foamy thunder-head.
A spinning halo spanning the stout skyline;
Standstill.
Five fingers deep in the North Sea I plunge.
As it soaks my seaweed seemed gloves,
foreignly wired eyes spark ill-interest on my absurd ways.
The wild pidgeons here tweet that I harbour street cred
while their iridescent necks bob back and forth
Their requite liquida...
Oh, Great City
How we love thee
Skyscrapers obscure
The sky above me
Bags of refuse
Line the streets
Foraging
Rats compete for
Restaurant seats
The club scene
drips with
Methamphetamine
As unauthorized Elmo
Curses me
For giving him nothing
Corrupted leaders
Keep taxing, spending
Never ending
But we keep reelecting
Forgiving them everything
For, oh Great City
How we love thee....
The bus grumbles by, screeching to a halt
a few feet from a local haunt reeking of malt
A quick “Thank you” to the bus driver and then a hop from the steps onto the concrete
The haunt, a dive bar favorite,
a place the unconventional gather and feel complete
I walk up, the click of my heeled shoes in rhythm with traffic as it passes -
one car, two clicks forward, exhaust pipes trumpeting thei...
Market stalls
Sidewalk balls
As the fashion drifts on through
A man smoking his fifth cigarette on the corner of an avenue
A cat fight in the ally behind the bakery
Where the baker makes his bagels to the highest of quality
A woman screams of the end of days
As a man rushes to catch his train
Offices upon offices stacked up high
Tips of skyscrapers caressing the sky
Cars drive past
Their ...
The silver of a concrete wall
in shade before the dawn
as streetlights give way to the sun
and one by one they're gone
The rhythm of pedestrians
as back and forth they walk
with heels on sidewalks, hands on phones
to fill the air with talk
The rushing of the traffic
meets the singing of a dove
and the steady dripping of a pipe
that's leaking high above
A door held for a stranger
and a high-five...
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